Too Late for Apologies: The Reborn Heiress

eak test for our college dreams. We were at this "study retreat," a fancy name for being stuck in the m

ed, his jaw tight. He kept gla

nd's perpetual shadow. She was, as usual, late. Delibera

d on her shoulders, tapped her foot. "Ethan, the sh

d agreement, their fac

voice rising. "She's just... tak

t life, Brittany preening by a waterfall while

gotten into our dream Ivy League schools. Brittany, left behind, had spiraled. A tragic headline, an overdose. And Ethan, twisted by grief and Brittan

me back here, to

ive was different. C

d, my voice calm, cutt

an looked momentarily stunned, then a wave of relief

h questione

ct I kept carefully hidden to protect Ethan's fragile ego and maintain a facade of normalcy, could get me to the SATs,

vindicated. "Se

glances. The minutes ticked by. Th

more likely, indifferent to the storm brewing in the room. "H

. Last call was ten minutes ago. I'm off." He slammed hi

to ripple thro

t turns dirt roads into rivers. Within minutes, a roar echoed from the valley. A fl

in. Shouts, tea

sisted I carry in remote locations. "Don't worry," I said, loud enough f

like a bomb. Silence, the

nd a new awareness, dawned on their faces. Ethan stared at me, a complex mix of emotions I couldn't quite decipher, but his earlier gratitude was now mixed